Cycle Duration Quotient = Result of the SUM of Mood divided between Physical markers Plus the PRODUCT of Brain-mind variance multiplied by Sleep hours TIMES three. *
*subject to the randomly organized shifts ocurring in clusters of 3,5,7 hours… or days, but never weeks. Aka the ‘stable instability’ factor.
Por un tiempo desaparecer dejar de sentirme desvanecer descansar de mi pseudoexistencia. Es mi deseo, justa y exactamente lo que no puede ser.
In the space between measures ||| Filling the chasm [ ] In between thin dashed lines – – – Tracing the gap – – In between hyper and ventilation /] A void not yet emptied /-|]*
*/Cold inertia spilling out of me over everything ’cause I am here not yet there like a stain of dark ink my tainted blood paints it all I am done not yet begun like this storm I insisted to hold still but somehow just started paralyzing me ’cause maybe it can’t be any other way. Not just yet.]
In pure fear and pain I awaken, not having a clue why? Likely another undoable quest I failed in an unremembered nightmare. Again
in forced indifference the tears flow until I find reasons to make them my own. Then I cry more, in different tone. Again
sorting thru, discard, keep or use these cluttered things in my head.
sorting thru, discard, keep or use these tangled images and words
Again. My indifference frozen with my reflection. Then I take it, in different tone – a waterproofed catalyst to start anew once more
in potent fear and forced indifference I’m awakened: >>
>> and today’s challenge accepted. Again.
Sudden energy shift -back to where it came from out of fuckin’ nowhere with no space for readjustments not coming at me but taking that which I’d just gotten- this artificial energy unadultered now stolen in this double switch: switch.
Sudden instant fatigue –in slow motion my head feels so heavy in commotion my thoughts cluttering -overcome by inertia I collapse wide awake I must close my eyes my head hurts I must try to rest- wide awake I can’t sleep once again muscles tense my mood in suspense but my energy deplete.
S lo w l y in creas i n g to 1/2 hyperness– whiplashed I am still may I please have more time before the next switch:switch?
And I can’t breathe… been this way for hours my chest caving into my hollow as I gasp for air. Lacking reasons except for this surprise reappearance of my attacking anxiety daring my composure.
And You don’t let go… we’re both far gone into this rabbit hole but unlike before you have no hold of my mind. I’m pleased and You’re pissed my dear Anxiety Domme.
Victory is mine, roles reversed… so you have no choice but to let me breathe again.
Up-down, left-right, upside-down and viceversa. Unstable motion. Through smoke and mirrors. This figure split in odd angles. All sounds off-key. Untethered perceptions. Speed of light bending shadows. Unfinished momentum. Dangling. Increasing pressure on my neck I can’t breathe I can’t move I can’t speak the energies flow then shatter my shell again. Undone limit. I make my escape from your tightening grip. 
I Shift, drift and change the prism. I am the beginning, middle and/or end. In Finite Spectrum.
All & NothinG, End & BeginninG, NoN+UltrA: Ad infinitum.
Shifts I cannot stop, a subtle buzz I cannot mute: My parts rearranging in a time-space vaccuum
Alfa-Omega decentered, No-Thing is All- Things: I fall off the scaffolds of this hollow shelter
Frigid absence to the bones and Im starved, disowned of affections I am torn apart: rebuilding what is left.
Black indifference burning acid to my soul, unfair dealings I am up for auction: OOAK yet another one
Instead of birth-giver can I trade for death-bringer? Pseudo Genesis in Apocalypse: fed up of this unrest.
Intense stimulation, sensory overload. Rythmic motions, our bodies in synched passion. Kisses beat silence while caressing undoes my words. Our playful bodies attract, our souls elevate in crescendo. Going with the flow of this current we cannot question. In synergy our minds transcend, blurring the lines of pleasure. Rites of affection, our sublime distraction. Unique affinity in units of lust, bits of love and intimacy- inmeasurable!
like shards of glass cold and cutting this seemingly transient unLove stage opens my skin and stabs my insides this understood rational unLoving unglues my messy shattered mind-set this hopefully transient unLove stage suffoccates my soul into a void silence your understood stoic unLoving is not stronger than me and youmulticolored shards of glass tainted 
in blood red
with my unDying Love– but barely just there
until our transient unLove phase is done with-
and we start Loving as we barely do now-but entirely
how Unbearable… insanely paradoxical
to find myself numb, scattered and crushed
under the growing weight of my own Existence
how Absurd… logically detached
to shut oneself down
to unexpress in disguise not shout
under the thickening veil of one’s own seething Shame
how Untenable… both false and real
to push-battle-kick indefinitely
against the expanding mass of this…
the pervasive echo of my own disdained Resistance
Nature: Inherent, basic features of something. Biological factors.
Nurture: Process of caring for and encouraging growth. External factors.
Hypednature Lackingnurture yet I’m the one repelled
Freenature Trappingnurture yet you’re still appeased
Brightnature Gloomynurture:Faultynature Trickynurture
Asked to put the safety… instead You pulled the trigger
y aún me dueles, madre: aunque aprendí a desprenderme
Im collecting my pieces, becoming myself again
Supernature shot by nurture but so un-stopping
Escalating fear intimidation rage trepidation hate continuation loss insinuation–
Incinerating faith validation self recreation life stimulation hope inception-
Elapsing time off-synchronization as sands mid- momentum are held by inertia-
Escalating agitation fight confrontation split persuasion flight persecution-
Freezing Paralysis I am in horror in full awareness in restriction in Deflection-
Overflow of clashing thoughts and dissonance clog the thin vessels in my brain-
I am crippled, ShUt DoWn, out of order, can’t HolD-it-ALL together!
No magic pill but instead a short-lived fix reserved for our misfortune…
…And I hesitate! for the aNTiDoTe has a price my soul can’t always pay.
1 more time I am in DebT and this benzo bypassing ain’t Free: So called side fx: melancholy
took lethal injection over the electric chair: yet trading between evils ain’t right either.
I fall short on everything. Not enough warmth to be human. Not enough ice for the cold bitch I am claimed to be. Not enough love (though a very lusty slave doll). Not enough rage though angry beyond reason. Not enough clarity to focus on any one thing or two or three. Not enough me (whatever IT is).Life is done with me yet I can’t let it be. My tears flow silently as I fall short again feeling undone.
: in this warzone in corrosion in this sadness in exclusion: in this Non-sANitY in seclusion in this paranoia in delusion: in this anxiety in obsession in this amnesia in regression: in this misery in desolation in this suffering in profusion: in this clutter in obstruction in this oVeRdRiVe in distortion: in this bLaCk-HoLe in expulsion in stimulation in self aversion:
Melancholies in season. tears in full bloom. Painful indecision.non-lovability. Depressive scenes in grayscale. forged smiles’ the trend. Restless dysphoria. non-existence. anxiety in phases. Panic spreads in sync. awake in nightmares.
NoN-PeAceFul
fail to see what i once saw in the flow of this see-saw
like a rollercoaster but both more harsh and subtle.
in this see-sawing flow i hang and tumble.
this see-saw life in which non-existant i rumble
my ExistEncE e v a p o r a t e s – Reasoning dis integrates.
my SeLf dep l e t e s – Enlightening dis stress.
my LacK in compl e t es – Slithering dis grace.
my InerTia circ u l a t e s – Burning dis tillates.
my SoUL d e c i mat e s – Perspiring tears of despair.
my BRAiN d e l e t e s – Forgotten re-emerging defeats.
my silent in dissid en ce – Water-Proofed un-heal i n g
short-Circuitry of braiN.
short-Cirque sans SoleiL.
Short-circuit trumps Self.
short-circus of dark woe.
a station without transmission.
suddenly i’m not here, suddenly i can’t help it.
i can’t be here, i can’t help thee.
a sum of all parts amounts to a pale whole of no-thing.
i’m losing time not once, twice, or again
suddenly i’m detached, suddenly i’m starting once more
incomplete scenes without an encore.
unFin is h ed cOnsCiouSneSs_im Pair e d of AwarEneSs_
inVincible tho InVisible & Vice-versA.
You press PAUSE, I hit PLAY :Master-submissive charade.
in Com pl e t e business_stabbed I am unBLe e ding_
rough around my EdgeS_toRn & HarDcore.
in C r eased hyperALERTneSs:Dark passions Phase
You PULL my plug, I Re-BOOTmy senses : Top-bottom gone SideWaYs.
& I can’t F a De it_stuck between frames_ froze in Mid- ReverSal.
DoMiNAncE en-Switch_tiME sPiNs_out-of sync!
UnInviteD roles_All encompassing aSsumption
UnAmused inFUSioN_unFORTUNAte post-incluSioN.
Tic, tic, tickin’ away: Time counts the beats, tones and semitones of your death.
Tic, tic, tickin’ repeat: No Cheat Sheet for this game, all ventures with no gain.
Tic, tic, tickin’ refrain: In crescendo cadence as bouts of rhythmic obsession.
I’m here but not exactly… want to cease living though not entirely.
With this anguish. this unrelenting despair.this widening burden. this heightening harshness burns me. but I won’t shut-down this power-play.
With this rising black sun my soul decimating down to darkest of coals. hypersexed mistress painfully restrained and tainted.
It flagellates me in seductive ritualistic trance searing my flesh in cruelest caress. but it turns me on and I can’t quite contain it
Metamorphose stillborn in complete emptiness tightening grip on my fragile sanity
as I feel the warmth gliding down my legs
I am let go. Beaten without purpose all love is gone. I am over-done. Frantic wandering without life there is no more. I am torn. Half-crazed without solace all reasoning gone. I am void. Nulled running empty without fuel there is no more. I am stripped. Bare without healing all hope is gone. I am unwell. Bursts of energy without nourishment I am no more.
coming down to the end top to bottom all to nothing infinite feelings & boundless emotions condense to these poorly aligned letters conveyed in these insufficient words… with no beginning I am an ellipsis (…) of multiple ends.
It is said the eyes are window to the soul. Maybe that’s why I evade anyone looking into mine- unpretty and relentless. a spiraling bottomless staircase and darkness that’s closing in, only to expand when death seems the only release from the freezing cold protecting my wounded soul. But there’s no inherent evil in there. It will threaten, frighten, but not kill anyone trespassing, unlike you. ‘Cause well, it’s my head and I live there so I should know. But, my eyes aren’t all that beautiful- traced in violet decorated with little flecks of green mixed into a medium brown iris, fx mostly invisible @ a distance- like I try to be and fail to do. I think it’s ’cause of the red curls. I recently learned I will never be sanitized enough for you anyway, no wonder my worth lies somewhere after zero to the left of our point.
Yet my eyes… They don’t float above my fair skinned face like your gorgeous blue/gray irises do! Like an oasis, vibrant pools of sky-water sometimes turning to mini gray skies on your face of porcelain. A gaze that still turns my blood cold. I always wanted eyes like that though, which I faked with lenses until my irises screamed in pain. And, I hate that your precious eyes are such a deceitful window to what lies within. I’m your personna-non-grata par excellence. But i’m real or so I try to be. And as I cry myself to sleep, I can still hear your laughter and mockery.
thrust to the unknown, stuck between phases, bared to the bones. foggy blankness, intrusion of consciousness, debased sense of worth or trust. what to do or think as time elapses and i lose time like one does a spare dime. beautiful doll-mask an expression-less painting so hollow . but it’s my salvation in my representation of lost selves.
I’m losing time: like a purse does pocket change.
I’m blurring lines: like an eraser does on a sketching page.
Though not entirely- yet. Perhaps under erasure?
I’m lost-in-awareness: so-called absence.
Trapped in emergence: like a virus unexpressed.
I’m lost- in-transit: synapses in mid- transition.
I’m stuck between frames: in the gaps between measures.
I’m missing the action: like indigo on the crayon box.
Non- transmission: eyes open wide in non-response.
I can’t bear the weight of existing: so my Self from thee escapes.
I’m lost-in-awareness: on the path between conscious & brain-dead.
Loss of life: like seconds to minutes to hours in pitch black.
No truth nor comprehension: no redeeming or restoration.
Anxiety & apprehension: like sharp razors force a smiling expression.
Out of me I am lost: like a self mourning its soul-in-loss.
Incomplete scenes: Can’t or won’t you see?
I am vacant, no longer here: Or perhaps, it’s just not me.
Erasure and no encore. Start from scratch.
…in the aching space between old and new skin, in the gap of your absence.I will heal though I mustn’t conceal (in this secrecy) that your iridescent entry-exit mattered/that in this code of words said and unsaid I found a thread of light again: Yet it ain’t surprising- I cracked under the pressure of an indolence, my disturbed nonchalance leading me astray.
though my petals look all pretty they cut like razorblades/’for my rose was withering but it hardened instead.
(& I’d never want anyone to hurt themselves while mending me.)
Metal Rose of Anger, Love & Despair
May I be done with? May I be put away? May I be let gone? May I not be this again? May I be destroyed? May I please rebuild myself? May I be a little less destructible then? Please help me ’cause no one else is.
reducing relentlessly push-&-pullin’ so restlessly/ Anti-Self Anti-Matter mine nonetheless/accountable half-mess// reduced to the irreducible now this once All-or-Nothin’/Roaming invisibly among the rest//
with no destination I walk eat & sleep alone/I hate it-&- cannot unmake it//
lest we simplify, lest I reduce as I’m being reduced in factorization//… for in subtractin’ one is losin’ bits of self, in minimizing one leaves scenes of life unreturned...///
Losing Misplacing this phasing of consciousness wears me out/// Looking restocking the cramped edgy corners of my sickened head/// Losing Mismatching dysphasing of time on my body taking toll/// Looking re-stuck-in this cycle of mini cataclysms & unforgiving hell prisms.////
Reducing to the irreducible: my life devoluting, my Self unbecoming, my world convoluting.
Reduced-&-Irreducible: turned in to a nothin’, sultry mistress to my misery disguising the sad naughtyness.
-with nothing to live for I no longer have to expect; not to mention care or self-respect— I’m some of a thing–
—restructured undoing down to my core/Anti-Self Anti-Matter not really mattering ‘ ’til I shared––
—-In this state of inter-textual action-play/ irreducible All is lost with All left to gain—-
reduced signification in factorization ad-infinitum
**Naked concoction of pervasive nothingness strippin’ seduction to distract the nonsense & lacking imagination**
Bright flecks of light. Pulse of life in the dark. All-encompassing shadow. Spreading ink worlds apart. Shimmering glitter stars. Dots not connected. Laid in the black.
Souldisconnected– Not the Sum, but my Parts.
HallsshiftingMinddriftingBrainbreachingSelftrespassed.
Sensory overload. On the Hi-Down-Lo
Stuck head-struck by lightning fast phrases & stillborn sentences in frantic pace marking the tempo 3,2,1,4 , 2,3,4,1 of this deep pervasive unrest in uneven measures that I can’t phase out of- not in ever likely just not yet Over-saturated & too exposed.
It’s too dark & loud in my head I can’t breathe much less think as my world vibrates! I’m half-alive almost dead reasoning in obtuse angles though I won’t tell. Depression reverberates until I relegate it all ’cause my brain is in shreds & my soul is too far worn for wear & I can’t heal that which I can’t help in this paralytic state.
Sensory overload stuck head-struck in dragging motions & sudden midway stops very moved yet I am not moving. I am not me but something else & not human sitting below the current of an inverted meiosis: in dysfunction. UnSettleD iNerTia of Manic energy stuck in our corner refusing to change form to defy Physics though it’s splittin’ my ways beyond us. I am head-struck & out of sync yet not let go
Lines Fine, Chiseled & Bold/
Shadows Lighten to Darken/
Forms Blurry then Sharper/
Shifting Angles – matter-Antimatter/
Rorschach’s Test put to shame.
& I- this mesomorph figure***
All-together LOSING shape:
Increasingly loud in my head Mingling pseudo-REALities switch Breaking frames in visceral urge in shredsWalk in fractures past the safety exitThoughts-tangle-in-this HOMEnotFamiliar.
& I: this choreographed silhouette***
Torn-apart MENDING selves quiet:
—We all know you’ve no room for me:
Save yourself the staged welcome—
el horizonte ennegrece. la Luna en mi resplandece. traza mi eterea oscuridad.
juegan, traviesos vienen y van. sus razones- pues no se.
de s a l to en s a l t o dan y reciben placer. de poco a poco me van cAMbiaNDo.
sus motivos tendran- lo se.
de la nada al todo me traspasan. su realidad seductora de la mia.
la noche e n G R A N D E c e. su ritmo sensual me enloquece.
sumisa dominatriz, cautiva sexual. clavada por la espada en la pared.
de gIrO a GiRo me van atrapando. sus porques- me dan igual.
de ssuspiro en susspiro me llevan en A L Z A. sus manos me dejan caer.
calido frio en mi piel. de orgasmo a olvido.
de abajo hacia a r R i B A marcando el precipicio.
esquina del horizonte. crepusculo inverso.
vivaz muerte subita.
vuelo A L T O en caida y va amaneciendo
de violeta, rosado y azul. de naranja, dorado y blanco.
mi almA NoCtUrNa, sin refugio otra vez y mas de una
jugada en falso. como pieza descartada de ajedrez.
sera una proxima vez, eso espero.
insignificante, vacia, yaciendo entre paredes.
dolor insoportable- residuo del perdido placer.
de minuto a minuto voy muriendo
de semana en semana desmereciendo
de mes en mes marchitando
mientras tanto mi ancla enmohece- me suelta mas cada vez.
almA NoCtUrNa en febril MaNiA sufre cada deprimido amanecer
just why are you not done (with me) yet? is my exhaustion&zeroproductivity®ressiontoinner child&lackofpeace not enough? i forget this all encompassing void of emptiness amounts to nothing, an integral part of us that can’t be shared or lifted despite the space it takes although its weight quietly&swiftlyyet ever so invisibly is crushing me, restructuring dimensions, rearranging my fragile walls of sanity, hiding my little windows of false hope, distorting the passage of time, silencing my screams. just why don’t you get gone (out of me) yet? this hollow shell of empty beauty is nothing but words contained, letters that amount to nothing that can be shared…
I am let go. No longer held by the scaffold. No longer working ahead but on the aftermath of my own fall, sorting the debris, cleaning off the blood and bits of self. Merging with the pain that pushes and pulls and throws ’til it crushes me and I can’t breathe.
Shitty faulty scaffolding in my brain didn’t absorb or break my momentum as I stood still. The message lost in transit between cells. And so it gave way to my un-raveling of mind and Self.
every hour every minute every second I’m being pushed out. in my so-called home I am not safe from You which technically stem from my brain that currently burns the candle at both ends making sure I won’t escape. not surprising as my safety deficit has been there through my damaged yet once bright but fleeting existence like a beautiful shooting star loosing aim steadily then abruptly ’till it plummeted as an inert dark meteor diminished to space debris. every day every week every month I’m being pushed out. with no safe zones left where exactly can I go without You watching over me distorting my thoughts like an fx pedal does a poorly strummed guitar chord?
every quarter every year every decade You have been present persisting thru all chemical compounds tried and erred as You pushed me out of my own space. You have latched onto my brain circuits like a parasite does its host except you might just become the host instead & I’m too exhausted not making much sense for the 1st time too worn out to push you back to the background chatter in the bounds of my head.
that threshold that makes me halfsane borderlinepsychotic sometimes half-functional minushuman most days halfsuicidal frequently borderlinealive in summary never whole of any thing. once pristine mind-space of a child gaslighted on a daily basis by Her contamination OCD resulting in the fearful trauma that carved an inner landscape of rituals, obsessions, eating disorders, & anxiety like a plague that still pushes me out of my home, my life, my sanity. here I am with the remains of my life pushed out again.
a childhood drained in ethanol then left to dry yet I’m still not clean enough for Her.
tRemBLinG with overly done perceptions my sensations gone overboard & I can’t help ThaT which I can’t stop or foretell but shows itself @ random_BReaThiNG despair my head fills with oxygen pushing words, colors, images & sounds against my skull that still aches from the pains of yesterday & I can’t get a hold on ThiS fear that won’t let go as anxiety attacks once if not more_dReaDing this ongoing paralysis where silence
speaks my lost mind.
can barely move but can’t keep still. agitated & confused.
undefined sentence. stuck in limbo.
an avolition of thoughts, emotions & ideas not yet crystallized.….
I said I cannot continue like this but no one listens anyway.
Your thinking is L_I_N_E_A_R – but Mine is SiDeWaYs.
Thine ways are rational – as Mine are deviant.
Your sentences built as pillars of ETHOS & Logic.
My words align in loud clusters gone pseudo-ErOtiC.
Your plans are Sequ e n t i a l – but Mine are diver g enT.
Thy brain follows straight L_I_N_E_S and keeps Thee all right angles.
Mine flees in TaNgEnTs & shreds My All to obtuse try-angles.
I’M stuck EVERYwhere. Outskirts of normal.
Fine lie, really SOuth_of_oKAy.
You’re free in 1 place. Social norm butterfly.
True smile, in norTH-bound-trend.
I walk the edge carelessly yet won’t lose balance.
I wish for the fall yet my brain won’t let go.
But You don’t know & I won’t tell so on I play.
I wished to die today- but I can’t say so I try to forget
And many times do, yet it persists stretching my chest
Making me remember many other times too.
I wished to die today- once again so I ignore to adapt
Honor the feeling but run it past, yet it comes after me
A detour in my path each time about me I’m asked
I wish to die– though to disappear would suffice
I wish to die and that’s ok or at least I am
I won’t tell but now I can’t really forget
This pain I can’t ignore, defy, or control
I wished to die today- one of many times before
I wished to die today- like a girl 20 years ago
I wish for Death– for it always dissipates
As I seek ways to survive instead.
But I can’t say- so I lie once more & yet again
Then I’m suddenly fine though few can see
I am strongly not how I claim to be as of late.
stabbed from within–
sharp blade elongates, tearing thru the tissues ’til it breaks skin.
stream of split memories-
lines of dialogue permeate, bouncing off the surfaces in my head.
lost from within, gone vacant–
piercing noises, strips of music unite and separate me from sane.
and you shove your power and i feel it and it wears me out.
and you have your ways and i let you while I find other ways.
you are the Alpha, the extreme, my ULtrA– for better and worse.
we are uneven, unequal, of different fluctuating beauty and worth
I am the end and you must reckon, I am NoN-pLUs-ULtrA- not your scapegoat.
applied unevenly, the empty filling solidifies, often breaking skin. in painful spread-eagled wait i stoically desperate in frozen waves of obtuse affections. applied hastily, this slippery substance hardens, further rupturing my hold on damage-control. in half-defeated mission i frantically obliterate in a hot current of sultry anger. the threshold thins, and you come all over as i’m pulled under way below. distorted silence envelops me and i’m gone awry once more.
images frozen still, some full colored, most only traced in negatives-
triggering incomplete or lost memories.
sounds added to the looping track in my head, a lower octave
unheard yet so fitting– dissonance, chaos, me.
and i’m just there trying to make enough space to both
embrace and depart in due time from this spiraling blue
you showed up nakedbarecryingbrokenweatheredtorninshreds – skills unlearned & i can’t let go.
this mirror reflects my stranger– for it’s my face
but you are the one peeking out my gaze.
but who let you in? it wasn’t me. you, the little girl
in me i have long failed to remember.
–seems I’ve been many places though mostly I can’t recall. images, words, sounds, colors: bound and lost in these blanks. a hazy, half-sane, infinitely cRackEd sense of direction. sideways time navigates thru the breaks and holes of my depersonalized memory in dysphasic trance-
the ghost will haunt us whether we do or don’t agree
I am not myself but are you?
unbound yet restrained. don’t know what to do?
no clue what to say. constantly forgetting how to smile
purity of mind spread-eagled
taken, pierced, and penetrated
washed further away each day
unsanitized identity crisis
survival mediation wearing fabricated lies
I crash and you visit or is it vice versa?
in a tiny black hole i wish to hide in plain sight, hope less, unseen
in a blink of our eyes i disappear.
in plain sight, pain full, undone in a tiny black hole i’m let go
in a single breath i disintegrate.
in between words i escape in plain sight, joy less, uneasy
in a tiny black hole i’m forced in.
sharing space with depression, lust meets agitation & chaos ensues
in plain sight, vacant, unleashed.
i wish TO DIE yet truly i mean TO DISAPPEAR
without a trace of my former existence.
elusive freedom in suicidal words my poem between life & death unsettled in nonchalance i am.
Atravesandoestancada me muevo sin dirección; falta de vida que me han hurtado por siempre.
abriendo espaciocerrado; sigo resbalando en el hielo de tristeza líquida con vacío al congelarse.
Al Borde del abismo, como línea casi borrada estoy presente.
las voces en mi cabeza se rebelan en rabietas de volátil amargura.
En El Filo entre LoCurAClaridad ando perdida con mi desesperanza.
al revés, al derecho, arriba, abajo, lado a lado- amalgama de emociones opacan mi percepción de lo real.
Letal compañía, MaNíAdepresiva que mi alma está despedazando en trozos de ansiedad, coraje, lujuria y paranoia.
spiralofdarklight 
